Northstar Vale foggy thoughts

Was there a certain way to act in a pack? 
Did you have to submit to every wolf you saw if you were new?
What exactly do you do?

Okay, it wasn't like Genie had never been in a pack before. She'd been in one, but she'd been born there so things were slightly different. She had no clue how to do this, and coupled with the pressure of doing well to impress Rannoch and to prove to herself that she could survive without anyone's help, she was a nervous wreck inside the facade of an aloof newcomer. Genie sucked in a breath. Right, okay, don't show anyone you're nervous and just, well, do something. Okay, so she'd already put some food into the caches, so perhaps she should do a patrol?

Genie kicked at the ground, her paws scuffing the dirt. She knew she should just relax but — out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar plant. Genie paused in her steps and angled her head in the general direction of what she presumed to be....goldenrod. She brightened considerably, although her countenance remained empty, and bounded over, lowering her crown to the ground and grasping the plant gently in her jaws, tuggling lightly. As an aspring medic, and probably the only healer in Northstar Vale at the moment, Genie realised that she should probably start a little cache of herbs in her den.

Genie didn't have a den.

The girl paused with her head angled awkwardly towards the ground and slightly to the left, and her butt in the air and contemplated her options. Then she shrugged to herself and continued with her work — she would just have to find one later. It wouldn't be too hard, right?